(Authors Note: For this chapter remember Cara went from the Midlands, basically a medieval environment, to what is our world. As a result, she wouldn't know much about our world. I'd also like to thank all the watchers and especially the reviewers)
"What's wrong with your light source?"
Cara awoke with this. She wasn't sure what it was, but something kept moving in and out of the way of the sunlight. It almost seemed deliberate, seeing as it had perfect rhythm-always the same amount of time.
"My light-are you talking about the fan?"
Cara turned her head, looking around. The room was almost entirely metal, if not completely. The same star symbol appeared repeatedly. Sitting at a desk was an older man-presumably the one who spoke since the room was closed and no one else was in the room.
"Who are you?" Cara sat up slowly, ignoring the bandages and lingering pain. "Where are the brothers?"
"Bobby Singer. And they're on a hunt, left you with me to tend to while they're gone."
The man stood up and held out a glass of water. It was actual glass-more then Cara expected from someone of his attire. He looked...worn down. She shook her head, taking the glass. Best not to judge. I don't know this world. He could be royalty.
Cara drank from the glass, only realizing how thirsty she was then. She dropped the glass halfway through and it shattered.
"What do you put in your water; rat piss?" Cara exclaimed, making a face. Bobby frowned, folding his arms.
"You're a demon then. How in the Hell did they get you in?"
"What?" Cara exclaimed.
"It was holy water. It burned. Therefor, you are unholy. And so, you are a Demon from Hell."
"I didn't say it burned," Cara regained her calm, "I said it tasted like Rat Piss. Are you sure it wasn't unholy water?"
Bobby raised an eyebrow, picking up the broken pieces of glass.
"What were you expecting, Spring Water?"
"Well it tastes better." Cara retorted. Bobby stated at her a moment.
"You mean like straight out of the stream? That shit can kill you."
"Hasn't yet." Cara replied, "Not has it taken Kahlan, Richard, or Zed."
"Well that's just-" Bobby paused. "Did you say Zed? As in Zeddicus Zul Zorander?"
"At least you've heard of the first Wizard." Cara muttered.
"Wizard?" Bobby blinked, staring at her. "Listen Lady-all I know is once a month I have a poker night and swap information with a few buddies. Zed happens to be one of them. He knows about the other side if things, yeah..." He paused. "You know Zed?"
"I do." Cara cracked her neck, standing and stretching. "He's the one who sent me. You must be the one who suggested the brothers needed help."
"Now hold on there! Who in the Sam Hill are you?"
"My name is Cara. I served Lord Rahl until the time came that I was unneeded. Now I'm here to help the brothers, so if you'd bring me to pace with what they're hunting..."
"A dragon."
"A dragon." Cara repeated and laughed. "A true test then. So how how did they come to be such Hunters?"
Bobby sighed, heading to the door.
"Maybe you best follow me so we can find you clothing that doesn't stand out so much. I'll tell you on the way. See, it started in Lawrence, Kansas nearly thirty years ago..."